I'm sitting. Quietly. Just me.
My Bible, my journal, a purple pen and my mug of diet coke are nearby. The TV is off, the music is off, there is no chatter. I hear only the birds singing outside, my dog sleeping and my fingers clicking the keyboard.
I smell the roses given in honor of beautiful dancing, and the sun is streaming through the window.
Calm. Thoughts and happenings threaten to spin through my head, but I choose calm.
After a lovely and busy visit, my in-laws have left for the airport this morning. My husband, whose back has kept him from work on and off these last weeks feels good enough to go today. My birthday-girl-dancer has gone to school even though she has a muscle knot in her back that I just couldn't quite rub away. Bubba is off to school along with his Paul Revere diorama that was finally finished last night. I close the door behind them all--those I love dearly and miss while we are apart--and breathe a sigh of calm.
The hubbub is gone for a bit. Everyone has left. But I'm not really alone. He is here. Now I choose to sit, and rest in Love, and listen. Yes. This is good.